It is difficult to decide where to start this story. One way would just follow the chronological sequence, describing how one hill led to the next, how the hills became mountains that finally blew into a galaxy of light and energy. But it could be also told through the different turning points; for instance how his mind blew-out leaving him in a sea of peace, connected to the whole universe as only one being or how she went beyond that same place to become Mother Earth in such communion that Gaia started to whisper her wisdom through her passionate lips: “go and show to my sons, help them to remind that they were born for love, that they are love, tell them to take their shoes-off, to go bare naked and feel again my energy, remind them that sex is a communion to make love”. But I could also share it as a sequence of conversations or as one of silences. Conversations about life, about preferences and dreams, long chats exploring different dimensions of life and wisdom; but also silence was an eloquent companion. A simple hug or a dance of bodies and lips with no words, no need of them, their souls were dancing the same song. From a time perspective, with so many events you might think it was their whole life but no, these were just few hours. But if you are a traveller in journey to the light you will easily understand that in that brief instant they have jumped far ahead, beyond their own limits. Because time does not exist, it is the distance between God and us what matters; that is our journey. Their communion made them ride in the wave of love, a wave that points to the heart of Great Spirit, to God: they were just surfing in the sea of love that God is, that we –sons of Gaia- are.
March 3, 2009...9:15 am
Many ways
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